‘And I have beene in Lough Leven
The most part of these yeerès three:
Yet had I never noe out-rake[1135],
Nor good gamès that I co’ld see.
XXXIII
‘And I am thus bidden to yonder shooting
By William Douglas all trulye;
Therfore speake never a word of thy mouth
That thou thinkès will hinder me.’
XXXIV
Then he writhe the gold ring of his fingar
And gave it to that gay ladye;
Sayes, ‘That was a legacye left unto mee
In Harley woods where I co’ld bee.’—
XXXV
‘Then ffarewell hart, and farewell hand,
And ffarwell all good companye!
That woman shall never beare a sonne
Shall know soe much of your privitye.’—
XXXVI
‘Now hold thy tongue, ladye,’ he sayde,
‘And make not all this dole for me,
For I may well drinke, but I’st never eate,
Till ance againe in Lough Leven I bee.’